The room was silent, Li Buyan's chest heaving violently.
Li Xingle tugged at the thin towel on his body, pressing his bare body against her, "Little Li, why are you crying? When you offended me last night, did you not think of this moment?"
Tears flowed continuously, quickly blurring her vision.
Li Xingle's handsome face was so close that she couldn't see his expression clearly.
She yelled in anger, "I didn't offend you, I just didn't want to provoke you. But what about you? Even if I was drunk last time and it was my fault, you're a man, how shameless can you be!"
Li Buyan cried uncontrollably, her lips trembling, her small body shaking.
"This tear-streaked face really does pull at the heartstrings. It seems I must cherish you properly!"
The specially chosen dress, with a light tug, came undone.
"No! No!"
"Li Xingle! Stop..."
"Get off me!"
She screamed in fright!
"Li Xingle! Stop..."
Suddenly, an abrupt ringing sounded in the room.
